The plan went smoothly. The attack signal was triggered, and in the moments when one Participant after another unleashed bursts of magic energy, the surveillance device was successfully fired into the coastal base.
At that moment, Fang Ran looked up and saw three figures burst out of the villa and streak through the air!
Those were North America's official Participants?
Crouching in a corner, Fang Ran covered his black left eye, his gaze filled with surprise.
In his vision, the three figures split off in different directions.
Light technological armor, like protective gear, outlined her slender figure. With long wavy hair, the woman looked composed and calm, and she did not waste any words.
While still in midair, she raised a hand. After a faint blue flash, a sci-fi firearm more than half her height appeared in her grip. She aimed it in midair and fired.
Boom—!
A cannon-like report rang out as the beam of light shot forth!
Watching the figure dozens of meters away manipulate black beams into a disk before him, shutting down his short-range propulsion device and dropping from the air to the ground,
the composed woman with wavy hair narrowed her eyes slightly.
A versatile Ability.
Having blocked that long-range attack, his feet carving several centimeters of tracks into the ground, Ryder turned the disk back into black beams and looked at the woman in the distance holding the enormous firearm in one hand.
His expression grew grave as all the information about her surfaced in his mind. Mid B-rank, technological specialization in ranged weapons.
An official coastal Participant—Sena Jones!
At the same time, near the entrance at the manor's front gate,
a man in full-body armor, wearing a technological eyepiece over one eye, had appeared the instant he sensed unfamiliar Participants invading the base.